The shelter staff kept the kennel at the very end of the hallway partially covered with a thick metal gate. Not because the dog inside was constantly attacking, but because the tension around him made everyone uneasy. His name was Titan, a large Belgian Malinois who had once served as a military K9 overseas. Now he sat quietly in the corner of the concrete kennel, watching every movement around him with sharp, restless eyes.
“Don’t get too close,” one volunteer warned a visitor passing by. “He’s been returned three times already.”
